Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
They idolize Mengele too much, always following her around on their little six-month old legs and she’s always trying to find ways to get rid of them. Her new thing is trying to talk somebody into letting her record their kid being born for research.
At least the women had enough sense not to give into her shit. Then again, I think they’re all just a little bit scared of my little spawn and with good reason.
By the time we were halfway there I was wide awake and enjoying the ride with my wife’s hand in mine. She still rides like that, either with her head on my shoulder when she’s sleepy, or her hand held firmly in mine as she talks my ear off.
Sometimes it’s like the time hadn’t passed at all. I can still remember the first time I saw her still get that hitch in my gut when I see my girl coming. I lifted her hand and kissed her fingers.
“What’s that for?” She looked away from the passing scenery to smile at me.
“I love you.” I winked at her and she gave me that sweet smile that I know and love.
“I love you too.” She rested her head on my shoulder and all was right with my world.
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LAW
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I looked at my watch for the tenth time in five minutes. Time seemed to be at a standstill just when I need that shit to move faster. She’d been in there for hours, her screams getting louder until she was hoarse.
“Come on brother, she’s going to be fine. We did everything right.” Kyle clapped me on the shoulder as the others nodded and put in their two cents. Clay and Brand ran through all the things we’d done to make the place ready for the babies and their safety on top of all the shit we’ve had to do to make sure our women were safe as well.
It’s true that the guys and I have had many a late night sit down about the changes we’re gonna have to make around here when the babies come. I don’t mind admitting that I’ve had a sleepless night or two over the idea of being a father, something I got used to the bigger she got.
But right now I’m sweating for a whole other reason. Something that scares me more than all the other bullshit I’ve been dealing with after coming back home to clean up the mess left behind after the murder of my parents and little sister.
Brand’s woman gave birth to a girl, Clay’s woman, who nobody knew was pregnant until she was in her third month had done some test that showed she too was having a girl and Melissa who was the last to find out she was pregnant just days after Travis’ girl Suzette, was also carrying a girl. So you can imagine why I’m sweating bricks right now.
I told Dana Sue’s hardheaded ass no girls but she just laughed at me and went about her merry way. Another reason I’m scared out of my damn mind is because of the way she went into labor.
I’m ashamed of myself and I know if ornery ass Doc Sommers finds out what I’d done she’d have my guts for garters. It’s not my fault though; she hadn’t said not to have sex the last time I brought her here to check up on my wife a week and a half ago.
How the fuck was I to know that fucking her doggie style would bring that shit on? No one would care that it was the innocent Dana Sue’s idea either, I’m pretty sure they’d all blame me.
And the guilt; I’d left her after fucking her because there was a sighting of Junior a few towns over, only to come back empty handed to the news that she’d gone into labor not long after I’d left.
When I’d asked her she tried hiding it from me but I knew it was dick that brought that shit on, she wasn’t due for another week give or take. Now she’s in there in pain and there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it.
“Fuck!” I ran my hand over my head as I paced to the other end of the hallway for the one- hundredth time. I knew she would fucking gut me.
“Bro, you gotta calm down, you’re making this shit worst.” I gave Kyle a deadly glare, which had him shutting the fuck up and went back to my pacing.
The only one who wasn’t stressing was Brand because he’d gone through this shit already just a few short months ago. In fact, he had his sleeping daughter in his arms while his wife was in the room with the others.
Every once in a while shit would get quiet behind the door and I hated that shit more than I did her screaming shit. At least when she was screaming I knew she was alive!